Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Yulia’s expression changed immediately. ‘Does she think it’s not enough?’ she wondered.

Yulia felt that Yvette was being greedy, and her tone changed slightly, becoming sharper. “Yvette, though this amount isn’t much, it’s more than enough for most people for a lifetime,” she said. Her words, both overtly and subtly, accused Yvette of insatiable greed.

Yvette tossed the check over. Though it was just a light sheet. Yulia felt a cold gust accompany its descent, causing a bead of cold sweat to trickle from her temple.

“This money. Yvette said.

“Consider this money as a wedding gift from me and Yvette to Victor and Winona. We wish them a long, happy marriage and many children. Mrs. Carter, you should take it back. It’s too little to be offered, or others might think the Carter family has gone bankrupt,” Jeremiah interrupted Yvette. His sudden appearance made Yvette pause slightly.

It doesn’t matter, the meaning is the same anyway. But weren’t the one who wished them a long, happy marriage? How unoriginal of this dining companion to reuse that she thought.

Yulia was shocked. Who’s talking?’ she wondered. When she turned and saw Jeremiah walking over, she was utterly stunned by his appearance. Who’s this guy?’ she thought.

Refined and powerful was Yulia’s first impression of Jeremiah. His looks surpassed any wealthy heir she had ever met

Jeremiah wore a light-colored casual outfit, a crisp white shirt, and wrinkle-free trousers. With a cold gaze, he swept over Yulia indifferently, his expression dismissive and aloof

Yulia felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Not knowing his identity. Yulia dared not act superior. She cautiously asked, “And you are!”

Jeremiah couldn’t be bothered to respond and instead looked directly at Yvette. His gaze was calm as water, but a hint of affection in his eyes betrayed him. “Are you done? Let’s go back to school. The next class is Mr. Sunderland’s. If you’re late. he’ll start complaining about you again, he said.

Jeremiah’s tone wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Yvette didn’t find it inappropriate either, so she responded with a hum

As they reached the door, Yvette turned to look at Yulia, who was still sitting dumbfounded. “Before my mother left Seacrity. did she come to see you?” she asked.

Yulia stiffly turned around, looking conflicted. Indeed, before Lilian left, she had come to see Yulia. But she hadn’t said much, just one odd sentence, warning Yulia not to trust her father-in-law. Then, she left in a hurry. “Yes,” Yulia replied,

A flicker of light flashed through Yvette’s eyes. She had asked casually, but had unexpectedly hit the mark. She had discovered that back then, Lilian had been closest to Yulia, so she asked on a whim. She hadn’t expected to gain any useful information.

Tell me what my mother said to you, and I guarantee that the marriage agreement will never resurface, Yvette said. In reality, the agreement was long gone. She was merely bluffing.

As expected, Yulia hesitated no more. The person was already dead. What harm could it do to spill the secrets!

She said, “Your mother came to see me the night before she left. It was raining heavily in Seacrity. She braved the rain find me, and all she said was one confusing sentence: Be careful. Be careful of your father-in-law.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvette’s brows furrowed slightly. Yulia probably wasn’t lying. Even if she were, she wouldn’t make up something so unbelievable. What did Lilian’s death have to do with Claude? Some truths were slowly coming to light

Having learned what she needed, Yvette turned and left without looking back.

When they left the cafe, Jeremiah mentioned going to buy some books from a nearby street. Yvette wasn’t really interested in attending class anyway, especially after Jeremiah offered to help her get permission from Tobias. She agreed to accompany him

On the shaded path, the scorching sum baked the earth. Apart from a few workers, there were only a handful of people around. Few students from Argrol University were outside at this time, as most were attending classes. Still, that didn’t stop them from attracting countless admiring glances. They were used to the attention and paid no mind.

Walking side by side at a relaxed pace, both remained silent.

“You have a marriage agreement? Is it still around?” Jeremiah broke the silence first.

Yvette’s brows furrowed slightly as she recalled. “I used it to light a fire for the neighbor’s kid in the countryside. It’s long gone,” she replied

Yvette’s voice was as soft as a willow branch touching the water in early spring, stirring ripples in the pond. It was also like a tiny feather, gently tickling Jeremiah’s heart.

Jeremiah’s eyes noticeably brightened, a hint of satisfaction flickering within. The marriage agreement didn’t matter to him Whoever he set his sights on wouldn’t be influenced by some trivial document. However, knowing that Yvette had burned it made him inexplicably happy. It meant she had never intended to marry into the Carter family.

Yvette turned her head and wondered, “What’s he smiling about How odd. Did I say something funny?”

Jeremiah was browsing books, planning to buy a few foreign classics to read. If he didn’t, Yvette might think he was just messing with her, coming to the bookstore and not buying anything.

Yvette wasn’t particularly interested in the classics, having already read most of them. Thus, she found a sunny spot to sit and wait for Jeremiah. With her head lowered, she dozed off.

Yvette had mastered the art of sleeping while sitting. During those years in Mysonna, any chance to rest was a luxury. She could sleep through anything, even explosions.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.

Yvette had long noticed someone approaching but didn’t raise her head, sensing no malice from the

person.

A voice came. I’m sorry, Yvette.

Yvette snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, her expression indifferent. The person standing in front of her was Ryan.

After that night, Ryan had been avoiding Yvette, taking a leave of absence. Today, he came back to school to cancel his leave. As he was passing by a bookstore, intending to buy a couple of books, he unexpectedly saw Yvette sitting in a corner, bathed in sunlight, looking less cold and unbelievably beautiful. Her delicate profile glowed.

Ryan had stood there for a while before mustering the courage to approach her. He owed Yvette an apology. He had betrayed his conscience and wronged her.

That night, after revealing Yvette’s name, Ryan couldn’t sleep. The next day, he wanted to go to the police station to explain, but his father, Lionel, had locked him in the house with bodyguards watching him until yesterday. It was then that Lionel finally relented and let him out.

Ryan had been puzzled. Knowing his father, Lionel would never have released him if he hadn’t complied. Then, after getting his phone back and going online, Ryan learned that Daniel had fallen from power, and the Brooks family had collapsed. Ethan had been sent abroad by his family.

He had underestimated Yvette. To have orchestrated Daniel’s downfall, causing his faction to crumble overnight. How could that be the work of a girl from the countryside?

Yvette’s ideained a mystery to Ryan. Though she was safe, he couldn’t forgive himself for his betrayal

“Anything else?” Yvette asked.

Ryan wasn’t sure how to apologize to a girl. This wasn’t how he had envisioned the scene. For the first time, the academic star began to doubt himself.

He thought perhaps Yvette didn’t know why he was apologizing, so he explained, “Yvette, I’m sorry. I betrayed you. Daniel approached my father, and I… I failed to stand my ground and gave up my principles. I caused you trouble. After speaking, Ryan bowed his head deeply.

He was waiting for Yvette’s judgment.

At that moment, Yvette’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at it. It was a text message: [Boss, Flying Fish’s in trouble. I need to go to South EYulia’s expression changed immediately. ‘Does she think it’s not enough?’ she wondered.

Yulia felt that Yvette was being greedy, and her tone changed slightly, becoming sharper. “Yvette, though this amount isn’t much, it’s more than enough for most people for a lifetime,” she said. Her words, both overtly and subtly, accused Yvette of insatiable greed.

Yvette tossed the check over. Though it was just a light sheet. Yulia felt a cold gust accompany its descent, causing a bead of cold sweat to trickle from her temple.

“This money. Yvette said.

“Consider this money as a wedding gift from me and Yvette to Victor and Winona. We wish them a long, happy marriage and many children. Mrs. Carter, you should take it back. It’s too little to be offered, or others might think the Carter family has gone bankrupt,” Jeremiah interrupted Yvette. His sudden appearance made Yvette pause slightly.

It doesn’t matter, the meaning is the same anyway. But weren’t the one who wished them a long, happy marriage? How unoriginal of this dining companion to reuse that she thought.

Yulia was shocked. Who’s talking?’ she wondered. When she turned and saw Jeremiah walking over, she was utterly stunned by his appearance. Who’s this guy?’ she thought.

Refined and powerful was Yulia’s first impression of Jeremiah. His looks surpassed any wealthy heir she had ever met

Jeremiah wore a light-colored casual outfit, a crisp white shirt, and wrinkle-free trousers. With a cold gaze, he swept over Yulia indifferently, his expression dismissive and aloof

Yulia felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Not knowing his identity. Yulia dared not act superior. She cautiously asked, “And you are!”

Jeremiah couldn’t be bothered to respond and instead looked directly at Yvette. His gaze was calm as water, but a hint of affection in his eyes betrayed him. “Are you done? Let’s go back to school. The next class is Mr. Sunderland’s. If you’re late. he’ll start complaining about you again, he said.

Jeremiah’s tone wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Yvette didn’t find it inappropriate either, so she responded with a hum

As they reached the door, Yvette turned to look at Yulia, who was still sitting dumbfounded. “Before my mother left Seacrity. did she come to see you?” she asked.

Yulia stiffly turned around, looking conflicted. Indeed, before Lilian left, she had come to see Yulia. But she hadn’t said much, just one odd sentence, warning Yulia not to trust her father-in-law. Then, she left in a hurry. “Yes,” Yulia replied,

A flicker of light flashed through Yvette’s eyes. She had asked casually, but had unexpectedly hit the mark. She had discovered that back then, Lilian had been closest to Yulia, so she asked on a whim. She hadn’t expected to gain any useful information.

Tell me what my mother said to you, and I guarantee that the marriage agreement will never resurface, Yvette said. In reality, the agreement was long gone. She was merely bluffing.

As expected, Yulia hesitated no more. The person was already dead. What harm could it do to spill the secrets!

She said, “Your mother came to see me the night before she left. It was raining heavily in Seacrity. She braved the rain find me, and all she said was one confusing sentence: Be careful. Be careful of your father-in-law.”

Yvette’s brows furrowed slightly. Yulia probably wasn’t lying. Even if she were, she wouldn’t make up something so unbelievable. What did Lilian’s death have to do with Claude? Some truths were slowly coming to light

Having learned what she needed, Yvette turned and left without looking back.

When they left the cafe, Jeremiah mentioned going to buy some books from a nearby street. Yvette wasn’t really interested in attending class anyway, especially after Jeremiah offered to help her get permission from Tobias. She agreed to accompany him

On the shaded path, the scorching sum baked the earth. Apart from a few workers, there were only a handful of people around. Few students from Argrol University were outside at this time, as most were attending classes. Still, that didn’t stop them from attracting countless admiring glances. They were used to the attention and paid no mind.

Walking side by side at a relaxed pace, both remained silent.

“You have a marriage agreement? Is it still around?” Jeremiah broke the silence first.

Yvette’s brows furrowed slightly as she recalled. “I used it to light a fire for the neighbor’s kid in the countryside. It’s long gone,” she replied

Yvette’s voice was as soft as a willow branch touching the water in early spring, stirring ripples in the pond. It was also like a tiny feather, gently tickling Jeremiah’s heart.

Jeremiah’s eyes noticeably brightened, a hint of satisfaction flickering within. The marriage agreement didn’t matter to him Whoever he set his sights on wouldn’t be influenced by some trivial document. However, knowing that Yvette had burned it made him inexplicably happy. It meant she had never intended to marry into the Carter family.

Yvette turned her head and wondered, “What’s he smiling about How odd. Did I say something funny?”

Jeremiah was browsing books, planning to buy a few foreign classics to read. If he didn’t, Yvette might think he was just messing with her, coming to the bookstore and not buying anything.

Yvette wasn’t particularly interested in the classics, having already read most of them. Thus, she found a sunny spot to sit and wait for Jeremiah. With her head lowered, she dozed off.

Yvette had mastered the art of sleeping while sitting. During those years in Mysonna, any chance to rest was a luxury. She could sleep through anything, even explosions.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.

Yvette had long noticed someone approaching but didn’t raise her head, sensing no malice from the

person.

A voice came. I’m sorry, Yvette.

Yvette snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, her expression indifferent. The person standing in front of her was Ryan.

After that night, Ryan had been avoiding Yvette, taking a leave of absence. Today, he came back to school to cancel his leave. As he was passing by a bookstore, intending to buy a couple of books, he unexpectedly saw Yvette sitting in a corner, bathed in sunlight, looking less cold and unbelievably beautiful. Her delicate profile glowed.

Ryan had stood there for a while before mustering the courage to approach her. He owed Yvette an apology. He had betrayed his conscience and wronged her.

That night, after revealing Yvette’s name, Ryan couldn’t sleep. The next day, he wanted to go to the police station to explain, but his father, Lionel, had locked him in the house with bodyguards watching him until yesterday. It was then that Lionel finally relented and let him out.

Ryan had been puzzled. Knowing his father, Lionel would never have released him if he hadn’t complied. Then, after getting his phone back and going online, Ryan learned that Daniel had fallen from power, and the Brooks family had collapsed. Ethan had been sent abroad by his family.

He had underestimated Yvette. To have orchestrated Daniel’s downfall, causing his faction to crumble overnight. How could that be the work of a girl from the countryside?

Yvette’s ideained a mystery to Ryan. Though she was safe, he couldn’t forgive himself for his betrayal

“Anything else?” Yvette asked.

Ryan wasn’t sure how to apologize to a girl. This wasn’t how he had envisioned the scene. For the first time, the academic star began to doubt himself.

He thought perhaps Yvette didn’t know why he was apologizing, so he explained, “Yvette, I’m sorry. I betrayed you. Daniel approached my father, and I… I failed to stand my ground and gave up my principles. I caused you trouble. After speaking, Ryan bowed his head deeply.

He was waiting for Yvette’s judgment.

At that moment, Yvette’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at it. It was a text message: [Boss, Flying Fish’s in trouble. I need to go to South E